A sudden thud came from the closet. The door creaked open, and Elias tumbled out, wrapped in a hotel duvet, clutching a bag of ice to his head like a holy relic. He looked at them with wide, bloodshot eyes. "We didn't do anything illegal, right?" Elias asked.
I can pivot this toward a thriller twist or make it even more absurd if you'd like. subtitle The Hangover
Silence. Then, a groan from the bathtub. Jax emerged, still wearing neon-pink swimming goggles. "Why is the floor vibrating?" "That’s my heart," Leo said. "Where’s Elias?" A sudden thud came from the closet
They both looked toward the balcony. Elias wasn't there, but his phone was, pinned under a heavy glass trophy that definitely hadn't belonged to them yesterday. As Leo reached for it, the memories began to strobe back: the neon lights of the Strip, a toast made with something that tasted like gasoline, and a very intense conversation with a man named 'Tiny' who owned a tiger. "We didn't do anything illegal, right
Leo looked at the traffic cone, then at the trophy, and finally at the "Just Married" sash draped over Jax’s shoulder.